If one day I stop writing songs about you,
Or can no longer craft a poem that describes you,
It doesn’t mean my love has reached its end.
It only means I have finally conquered my deceitful heart
The place where "what ifs" linger and delusions start.
You remain my favorite chapter of my twenties,
And the one person I will always carry in my prayers.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
If one day I stop writing songs about you,
Or can no longer craft a poem that describes you,
It doesn’t mean my love has reached its end.
It only means I have finally conquered my deceitful heart
The place where "what ifs" linger and delusions start.
You remain my favorite chapter of my twenties,
And the one person I will always carry in my prayers.
